No I am not really William Shakespeare or even Joseph Fiennes for that matter.
(However isn't he a babe? Talk about inspiration!)
What follows is the product of my adolescent angst as well as just plain wanting to write, anything and everything I could get my hands on or my mind around. I beg your pardon if you find them simple or crude but to the extent that I exist they are a real part of me.
This one is about my
sister, Natasha Noel Carlson. I wrote it before I could really cry for
her. Where she is right now I hope she can see this and know that I really
did love her.
My poem to express my
passion which is the theater. Anything is possible in that little box
called the stage. I will never be happier than I am on opening night
standing in the wings of the theater and I hear the audience react to what
we have put before them. Whether they laugh, boo, clap or cry, there is not
a feeling like it in the world.
This is new... my thoughts on who I have in my mind and what I want from that person...
Road of a Gypsy
I wrote this one originally
as my eulogy, it presupposes a long career in the Air Force and my eventual
election to office.
It Wasn't Meant To Be
Us
I tried to capture a
little of what I felt about my best friends "The Air Hooch"
Drill Team
Ever wanted to be a
part of a "brotherhood of honor"? I did and I wrote this.
Finding Avalon
If I could live
forever it would be on the Isle of Avalon, lost in the mists since the times of
King Arthur.
Moon Goddess
My homage to the Goddess in the guise of my sister.
Sun and Shadows
Which world do you
live in?
Jealousy
Now I didn't have
anyone particular in mind when I wrote this (despite what some people STILL
think) but it seems to be the constructive way for me to release my anger.
Morning Sun
Okay, I was depressed
and I was in Macro Economics. That's how this scribble came to be.
Well Wishing
This poem was a scrap
my friend Debbie Vaughn left by my sleeping bag when we were 12. I was
moving away and she wanted me to remember her. I always have Debbie.
